Lyrics Quotes

Book after book, I get hooked, every time the writer talks to me like a friend.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

Given the chance, i'll die like a baby, on some faraway beach, when the season's over.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.

They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.

It doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.

When the weather's rough and it's whiskey in the rain it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

you dont know what you got till its gone

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

Chaos isn't good for your health.

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.

Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

You know the Prince song where the girl's phone rings but she tells him, "whoever's calling couldn't be as cute as you?" I long to live out this moment in real life.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

We hate it when our friends become successful.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

I enjoy poetry where I can talk as bizarre as I please, but theology or philosophy, I always respect the truth by taking it a step further.

He said, first let's just unzip your religion down.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

It's so shameful of me: I like you.

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

The heart has a heart of its own.

I'd love to...but only with you.

Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart- Lady Gaga 10/22/10

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

And the worst part is before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff. And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom

No use wishing now for any other sin.